The events of life have never fallen into the form of the short story or the form of the poem, or into… — William Saroyan Copy Share Image
“Chains chains that hold me to the ground chains that keep me solidly bound chains that tether my heart to you chains… — Muse Copy Share Image
“Love leads us to write poetry because love improves our hearing; like prayer, poetry is every bit as much about listening as… — David Patterson Copy Share Image
“I woke up wanting to read a poem by that name, and I found one with a lifeguard’s chair, a broken shell,… — Michael Broder Copy Share Image
“For [W. B.] Yeats magic was not so much a kind of poetry as poetry a kind of magic, and the object… — Kathleen Raine Copy Share Image
The best poem is that whose worked-upon unmagical passages come closest, in texture and intensity, to those moments of magical accident. — Dylan Thomas Copy Share Image
“But how conceive a God supremely good/ Who heaps his favours on the sons he loves,/ Yet scatters evil with as large… — Voltaire Copy Share Image
“Any day of the week I would choose to be "out" with others and in touch with myself... then to be "in"… — Portia Nelson Copy Share Image
This day relenting God Hath placed within my hand A wondrous thing; and God Be praised. At His command, Seeking His secret… — Ronald Ross Copy Share Image
What’s that poem again?” Will, who had been twirling his empty teacup around his fingers, stood up straight and declaimed: “Each spake… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“And Ut Pictura Poesis Is Her Name" You can’t say it that way any more. Bothered about beauty you have to Come… — John Ashbery Copy Share Image
“Does God know the number of kisses before we fall in love? Yesterday, I was nobody and I believed myself important. Today,… — Kamand Kojouri Copy Share Image
“But nothing of all that the peoples of Europe have produced is worth the first known poem to have appeared among them.… — Simone Weil Copy Share Image
When I'm actually writing by hand, I get more of a sense of the rhythm of sentences, of syntax. The switch to… — Natasha Trethewey Copy Share Image
“Go from me, summer friends, and tarry not: I am no summer friend, but wintry cold, A silly sheep benighted from the… — Christina Rossetti Copy Share Image
“The Estate of Solemnity By right, it reigns in its places- in long beards Of spanish moss hanging from a live oak… — Pattiann Rogers Copy Share Image
“Cause I can love a poem up out of you-like my middle name is Harlem..and my fingerprints are permanent-you ain't gone wash… — Shanica Stewart Copy Share Image
I don't know where a poem comes from until after I've lived with it a long time. I've a notion that a… — Donald Hall Copy Share Image
“And now we who are writing women and strange monsters Still search our hearts to find the difficult answers, Still hope that… — May Sarton Copy Share Image
In this dark corner there is nothing but silence. The truth is in the air and puddles are being made. Confused, scared.… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“The thought of our past years in me doth breed Perpetual benediction: not indeed For that which is most worthy to be… — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
“You are the remedy of intensity i need in my life, to spin me out of the miserable monotony of working on… — Curtis Tyrone Jones Copy Share Image
I don't think writers are sacred, but words are. They deserve respect. If you get the right ones in the right order,… — Tom Stoppard Copy Share Image
I tried to write you a poem today, but I had writer's block… so this all I came up with : roses… — Valeri Hernandez Copy Share Image
The poem is neither here nor there, and with a girl's breast it can illuminate the nights. With the glow of an… — Mahmoud Darwish Copy Share Image
My favorite kind of day, is a rainy; cloudy kind of day. I wish rain would fall everyday, as I lie down… — Kasey Clark Copy Share Image
A poem doesn’t come out and tell you what it has to say. It circles back on itself, eating its own tail… — Franny Billingsley Copy Share Image
“Ô, Muse of the Heart’s Passion, let me relive my Love’s memory, to remember her body, so brave and so free, and… — Roman Payne Copy Share Image
I'll Vacuum up my stale hair, I'll pay all my neighbors' bad debts, I'll write a poem called Yellow and put my… — Anne Sexton Copy Share Image
“With a metal heart I came to this life, My head was a crucible, full of elixir. Pearl by pearl My heart… — Hersh Saeed Copy Share Image
Yes, there is a Nirvanah; it is leading your sheep to a green pasture, and in putting your child to sleep, and… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“If this world is a poem, it is not because we see the meaning of it at first but on the strength… — Maurice Merleau-Ponty Copy Share Image
I love rhymes; I love to write a poem about New York and rhyme 'oysters' with 'The Cloisters.' And 'The lady from… — Garrison Keillor Copy Share Image
“Now, there's a twisty summer storm outside, and I desire nothing but this storm to come. The calm voice on the TV… — Ada Limon Copy Share Image
A poem is an invocation, rebellious return to the blessedness of beginning again, wandering free in pure process of forgetting and finding. — Susan Howe Copy Share Image
Poetry comes to me out of thin air or out of my unconscious mind. It's sort of the way dreams come to… — John Ashbery Copy Share Image
I go to the gym, do some martial arts, and I love poetry. I have a tattoo of my family crest, and… — Steven R. McQueen Copy Share Image
“When I was done reading the poem, everyone was quiet. A very sad quiet. But the amazing thing was that it wasn't… — Stephen Chbosky Copy Share Image
Like a piece of ice on a hot stove the poem must ride on its own melting. . . . Read it… — Robert Frost Copy Share Image
I write some country music. There's a song called 'I Hope You Dance.' Incredible. I was going to write that poem; somebody… — Maya Angelou Copy Share Image
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